I’m not sure when I was first introduced to day-old bread.
Sometime in the early- to mid-1960s my mother discovered Kern’s Bread Thrift Shop in Cookeville. That’s when she began to take an occasional trip to Cookeville to purchase day-old bread. Back in those days, that was considered a rather long trip by motor vehicle.
When my mother purchased day-old bread, she didn’t buy a loaf or two or three. She bought a carload. She would let down both back seats in our 1961 Chevrolet Parkwood station wagon and fill up the back with bread.
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